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[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Woo, woo woo
Coupe with the wings (brr)
Fuck that bitch, don’t buy no ring (buy no rings)
Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah)
Seen it count money in my dream (yeah)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Mr. Miyagi, tats on my body (yeah)
Racks up the party (uh)
Facts say I got it (yeah)
Crashed the Bugatti (skrt skrt)
Crashed the Bugatti (skrt)
QC murder ain’t no Gotti (QC)
Sh, don’t tell nobody (aye)
We ain’t tryna rob, that’s just how we mob (mobbin’)
Leave that to the blocks (leave it)
Money to the stars (yoda)
Blessings came from god (woo)
Had to beat the odds (beat it)
Young nigga workin’ hard (workin’)
Pull yo card (pull it)
In that pot, first one makin’ noise (skrt skrt skrt skrt)
Boulevard, slide with my boys (skrt skrt skrt skrt)
Met Gala, tripped on the red carpet
So my ice on the wrong way (yeah)
Elliot did the [?], Johnny Dang did my Ice Tray

[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Open it up, open it, open it
Double cup feelin’ the opium
It’s AK in the cut, my niggas totin’ it
We ain’t tryna look appropriate (nah)
Don’t show up and look at me wrong, I’m blowin’ it
You tryna plot and we knowin’ it
Throw it with [?] throwin’ it
My niggas shoot Without Warning (brr)
6 o’clock in the mornin’ (mornin’)
Phone ringing, it’s annoying (brr)
I ain’t been to sleep, tourin’ (tourin’)
And I got a late performance (late)
You’re funny should call you Martin Lawrence
You 12, so issue a warrant (12)
All this ice on me, it’s stormin’ (ice)
Cookie at night, she gone by the mornin’ (gone)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk

[Verse 3: Offset]
Try to get the formula
Iced out all of us (ice)
Bricks from the cornerback
Gone for a hundred packs
Fire me a 50 and I ran with 200 racks (ran)
And I ain’t ever plan on comin’ back (nah)
Got the 16 year old shooter pack (brr)
Get that 40, push your noodle back (get that)
Diamonds almost took the Rick Ruler back (slick the Ruler)
Gotti god, I’m fallin’ for the booby trap (booby trap)
Stretch out the dope like it’s athletic (dope)
Then I asked the bitch, “is your mouth ready?”
You got a nigga drip on your wedding [?] (drip)
Better keep it over there to keep your [?] steady (hey)
I ain’t playin’ with these niggas I’ma threat ’em (nah)
He don’t want no smoke, and I’m down to battle (smoke)
25 bricks and they all edible (bricks)
I’m the bih’ dog on a high pedestal
Bo-legged coupe (coupe)
Mil’ in the roof (mills)
Bitch got the juice (juice)
I know you feel me, masseuse (you feel)
You rock me, I kill you a truce (I kill you)
Big porno’s on my neck, Bruce Bruce (Big porno’s)
Grey digger runnin’ off on you (grey digger)
You too cute, gimme mouth through your loop (too cute)
Better watch yo bitch, she want the cooler (hey)

[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Woo, woo woo
Coupe with the wings (brr)
Fuck that bitch, don’t buy no ring (buy no rings)
Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah)
Seen it count money in my dream (yeah)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk

[Intro]
Dun Deal on the Track

[Chorus: Quavo]
Dropped out of school I didn’t graduate (oh no)
But I still got the M’s on my plate (oh, oh yeah)
Mama ain’t really have a good job (oh no mama)
But now she ain’t never gotta have no job (no no)
Cause I work hard for mine yeah (work hard)
Work hard, work
Cause I work hard for mine
Work hard, work hard
Work hard (oh yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
When I go hard anything goes (hard)
Walk in with the chains Quavo Django (chains)
I-85 on the Ban jee (skrrt skrrt)
Had to park it 4 by 4 Mercedes Jeep
Wide body check (wide), wide body check (yeah)
Answer all the calls (yeah), cause it might be the check (brr)
We will never fall (yeah), as long as on the head (yeah)
Called my best dog just to ship out all the meds
Ima handle all business (yeah), Ima handle all business (for real)
Ima take care my mama (mama), and if I ever have children (woo)
Lord knows lord willing (God), Can’t go back to the system (nah)
If I ever get a feeling (uh), Ima hide all the millions (woo)
Park the benz and the bentley (woo)
Designer belt game Fendi (designer)
Put ya bitch in the blender (splash)
Now she think she work the milly (M&Ms)
Y’all niggas too silly (ha), These niggas too envy (jealous)
Take em back to beginning (back)
Gang gang been winning (woo, gang)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Dropped out of school I didn’t graduate (you know I didn’t graduate)
But I still got the M’s on my plate (the M&M way)
Mama ain’t really have a good job (let’s have a field day)
But now she ain’t never gotta have no job (No way, no way, no way)
Cause I work hard for mine yeah (work hard)
Work hard, work
Cause I work hard for mine
Work hard, work hard
Work hard

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
When I go hard I play hardcore (hard)
And I got that white ain’t talking chalk board (white)
Count it
That’s the sound of Benjamins my thumb sore
Pull up and get pressed (pressed), Laser on the Tec (Tec)
Diamonds dripping wet (wet), You just got finessed (‘nessed)
When I say I’m fresh don’t need no stylist to get dressed (don’t)
Heard he asked for smoke don’t need the game to get you pressed
Ima serve em with the tec (brr)
And it’s the gang f*ck the rest (f*ck em)
I get the bag make it stretch (stretch)
And none of my niggas ain’t going for that
My niggas up now but you say you next
Look and then see what’s the catch
All my dogs but we don’t do fetch (nah)
Unless I put some on ya head (Takeoff)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Dropped out of school I didn’t graduate (you know I didn’t graduate)
But I still got the M’s on my plate (the M&M way)
Mama ain’t really have a good job (let’s have a field day)
But now she ain’t never gotta have no job (No way, no way, no way)
Cause I work hard for mine yeah (work hard)
Work hard (work)
Cause I work hard for mine
Work hard, work hard
Work hard (Offset!)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Worked hard bought my mom a third car (work, work)
Left my heart in my grandma graveyard (grandma, hey)
I’m in the Blues Clues Bentley Avatar
Ain’t no flaw, board on the jet eating Caviar (no flaw)
Nascar, driving it fast like a Nascar (skrrt skrrt)
This not a Jaguar, I [?] and bath salts (remix)
We see what your stash about (stash)
Dope in the cabin route (hey!)
Feel like I’m passing out (whew)
But they keep the cash en route (racks)
I got my kids to feed they think that I’m Hercules (Think that I’m Superman)
I don’t got no time to sleep I gotta subscribe to be (I cannot sleep)
Open your eyes and see a hunnid mil lottery (woo, woo)
I put my hood on my back cause I know they depend on me (facts)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Dropped out of school I didn’t graduate (you know I didn’t graduate)
But I still got the M’s on my plate (the M&M way)
Mama ain’t really have a good job (let’s have a field day)
But now she ain’t never gotta have no job (No way, no way, no way)
Cause I work hard for mine yeah (work hard)
Work hard, work
Cause I work hard for mine
Work hard, work hard
Work hard

[Outro: Quavo]
Work hard, work hard
Work hard

[Intro: Quavo]
Huncho, woo
What time it is? eleven o’clock?
Let’s roll

[Chorus: Quavo]
Flyin’ autopilot (woo), don’t need no stylist (no)
Trappin’ while I’m driving (trappin’), park it on the island (skrrt)
Stiffarm, Heisman (stiff), singing birds, Isleys (brrrt)
I didn’t graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Heard that everybody know we workin’ (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh watch ’em movin’ (ooh)
Ooh, shake ’em out the shoes (shake ’em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do? yeah

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Probably think it’s outlandish (outlandish)
But my business too fancy (yeah)
Ooh, sweet like candy (sweet)
Yeah, jumpin’ off Banshees (go)
TEC with the coolant, can’t handle it (TEC)
TEC with the coolant, can’t handle it (brrt)
TEC with the coolant, can’t handle it (TEC)
Young nigga trap dismantling (trap, drip)
That’s that secret sauce (secret)
Huncho be’s the boss (be’s it)
Huncho pissed ’em off (peezed it)
Huncho freezed ’em all (I freezed it)
I bought a bitch that bag (bag)
Told her pull up with no drawers (pull up)
Young nigga from the Nawf (skrrt)
Put in her goddamn mouth, yeah (Nawf, Nawf)
Run in the goddamn house (run in)
Sticks on the motherf*ckin’ couch (sticks)
Bricks in the wall and the owl (bricks)
Clean it up, clean it up now (clean it up)
Chopper ring, drumline, Nick Cannon (ring, ring)
Hundred racks in the Gucci fanny (Gucci)
12 behind me in a Pontiac, damn it (skrrt)
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, ram it
Bro sayin’, bust ’em, nigga don’t jam it (bust)
Nigga pull up looking just like mechanics (hey)
Plug lingo, he talking in Spanish (lingo)
Wrap ’em and put ’em through traffic (lingo)
Nigga won’t catch me lacking (won’t catch me)
Pull up and catch him in traffic (won’t catch me)
Pull up and park it at Magic (skrrt)
Hitman, paid the assassin

[Chorus: Quavo]
Flyin’ autopilot (woo), don’t need no stylist (no)
Trappin’ while I’m driving (trappin’), park it on the island (skrrt)
Stiffarm, Heisman (stiff), singing birds, Isleys (brrrt)
I didn’t graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Heard that everybody know we workin’ (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh watch ’em movin’ (ooh)
Ooh, shake ’em out the shoes (shake ’em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do? yeah

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Ooh, shake him out his shoes
When it come to the gang gang we can’t lose (lose)
If it is not ’bout them benjamins then I refuse (to what)
To ever have a conversation (conversate)
Hotboxing, there’s no ventaliation (uh-uh)
Sipping on drank and I snooze (drank)
Prescription is my medication (mines)
Forget all your fears and face it (face it)
Pick up that cup and taste it (mm)
I break the heart on a bitch like I’m breaking a brick
But later in life she’ll thank me (she’ll thank me)
Cookin’ ’em over the stovetop
Grabbin’ that pot, I was anxious (anxious)
I left my sack for them old knots (a lot)
We call ’em old, they ancient (ancient)
They put a wanted sign up at my shows
‘Cause we the group that’s dangerous (dangerous)
I’m a big dog, Bingo
Them niggas my niggas still walkin’ ’round stainless (steel)
Don’t think just ’cause niggas moving silent that my niggas won’t get violent
Need no stylist for my styling, on the private, autopilot (phew)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Flyin’ autopilot (woo), don’t need no stylist (no)
Trappin’ while I’m driving (trappin’), park it on the island (skrrt)
Stiffarm, Heisman (stiff), singing birds, Isleys (brrrt)
I didn’t graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Heard that everybody know we workin’ (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh watch ’em movin’ (ooh)
Ooh, shake ’em out the shoes (shake ’em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do? yeah

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Offset)
Two tone Patek (Patek), yeah, two tone baddies (baddie)
Five hundred racks in the attic (racks)
Two-two-three, the fifty made of plastic (brrt)
Eating up the drip like cabbage (eat)
Lost his brain when I put him on acid (lost his brain)
You niggas lame, tryna copy my habits (You niggas lame)
The whole gang having stains, having karats (whole gang)
Birds singing like Barry (brrt)
Skeletons singing like Mary (hey)
Say what I say, you a parrot (copy me)
I got riches and don’t even wear it (riches)
Take a nigga bitch like a hostage here (come on)
The bitch got excited by the lobster suit (bitch)
We pop the Glock like a rasta do (vrrt, vrrt)
Old niggas call me big dawg and salute (old)
I sneeze, the racks achoo (achoo)
When I peep, I’m quick to buy you (vrrt, vrrt)
Got you sick when I sleep with your boo (ehh)
I could pool to make mils out the booth (M&M’s)
I got water, let’s take us a cruise (splash splash)
Get the pot then I give ’em the blues (uh)
Your neck is not wet, it is fu (fugazi)
Bitch catch a play in the Uber (bitch)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Flyin’ autopilot (woo), don’t need no stylist (no)
Trappin’ while I’m driving (trappin’), park it on the island (skrrt)
Stiffarm, Heisman (stiff), singing birds, Isleys (brrrt)
I didn’t graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Heard that everybody know we workin’ (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh watch ’em movin’ (ooh)
Ooh, shake ’em out the shoes (shake ’em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do? yeah

[Intro: Takeoff]
Hello, world, hi
I would like to welcome you to the Migos show, y’know
It’s a day of life, my life, of course

[Chorus: Takeoff]
All my niggas made for it (made)
All my niggas made for it (made men)
Don’t ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
‘Cause all that sh*t is paid for (cash)
All my niggas made for it (one more time)
All my niggas made for it (made)
Don’t ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
‘Cause all that sh*t be paid for (cash)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
All my niggas made for it (all ’em)
All my niggas made for it (everyone)
Not Toby, but we slave for it (not Toby)
No Kunta Kinte, but we slave for it (no Kunta Kinte)
I waited some days for it (days)
Secure the bag, my niggas, they spray for it
Supply a sea of Ac’, think I got a taste for it
She bad, but I already smashed, so she get ignored (smashed)
These bitches open heart, they quick to open doors
On my [?] I like to explore (explore)
Having trouble pick a outfit that I haven’t worn
Having everything in store and got plenty more (plenty)
All my niggas made for it (made), process board (process)
All my niggas came forward (came), taking charge (taking)
All my niggas paid for (paid), no debit card
Think I might go cop the Wraith since I stay with stars

[Chorus: Takeoff]
All my niggas made for it (made)
All my niggas made for it (made men)
Don’t ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
‘Cause all that sh*t is paid for (cash)
All my niggas made for it (one more time)
All my niggas made for it (made)
Don’t ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
‘Cause all that sh*t be paid for (cash)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Today was a good day (aye)
Dropped my top ridin’ down the highway (skrt skrt)
I don’t see no 12, ain’t gotta drive straight (naw)
So I’m hogging up the lane ’cause my bills paid (yeah)
And my momma’s (momma) and my sister’s (sister’s)
Niggas made for it (yeah), can’t knock my hustle (naw)
I done slaved for it (slaved), look at my muscles (muscles)
MVP the whole game, Quavo Russell (Russell)
No, do not touch ’em (don’t touch ’em), I’ma have to bust you (bow bow)
I cannot trust you, I cannot love you (nope)
If you ain’t my brother that came from the struggle (aye)
Must not be made for it, I’ma have to cut you (ain’t made)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
All my niggas made for it (made)
All my niggas made for it (made men)
Don’t ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
‘Cause all that sh*t is paid for (cash)
All my niggas made for it (one more time)
All my niggas made for it (made)
Don’t ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
‘Cause all that sh*t be paid for (cash)

[Verse 3]
Thank God for blessings, gotta pray more (God)
Hop in the Wraith of course, I grind like skateboard (Wraith)
Lambo truck, I tour drippin’ in Tom Ford
“How did you come in the game?”
I came with the gang, of course (how)
We get ya fired to flames, turn ya to smores
All aboard, load up the bricks on the Ford (bricks)
I bought a tiger to roar (tiger), we about to body a store (body)
Soak my wrist for sure (soak), love all my fans to the core
I put my kids in Dior (kids), I put my momma on resorts (momma)
We catch the bricks and deport em
Missing the plug, he got deported (woo)
I’m on the block for a day (block), I pray I don’t go back to [?] (pray)
I told her my kids come stay (come on), she got my kids on her face (hey)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
All my niggas made for it (made)
All my niggas made for it (made men)
Don’t ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
‘Cause all that sh*t is paid for (cash)
All my niggas made for it (one more time)
All my niggas made for it (made)
Don’t ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
‘Cause all that sh*t be paid for (cash)

[Outro: Takeoff]
Cars, jewelry, house, everything paid for
I got niggas still tryna beat a case, boy
Don’t you come around that nawf ’cause it ain’t safe, boy
Got my niggas from the nawf, but you don’t play, boy

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, white color sand (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah (yeah)
Lost it again, yeah (it’s lit), ghost, Danny Phantom (oh yeah)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Big Sean]
Coupe outside (outside), she say let me ride
Bust down Rollie with the ice (ice)
Ride ’round the city with a pipe
Wrist frozen (frozen)
Blessed, I guess I’m chosen (chosen)
Hit a lightskin from Oakland
In my old school sideshow
Supersport (oh yeah)
Crash the Porsche (oh yeah)
I was gettin’ head (woah)
She was killin’ it (woah)
Caught an Uber to the dealership (swerve swerve swerve swerve)
Cash out on some new sh*t (woah, look)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Bitch, I surround myself with all this loyalty
Swear to God I’m the one, my girl just might propose to me (I swear)
A clique full of CEO’s (O’s), none of us got a degree (no, no)
Made it from the underground, now they back tryna bury me (bury me)
I lean, I sway (woah), with Quay (woah), and Take (God)
I give and hardly take, you level up, I levitate
Bitch you a culture (what?), vulture (woah), poser (woah)
Hungry for exposure, I’m with my Migos soldiers, gone

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo]
White color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it’s lit)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)
Drank color pink, dirty bags, wash it clean (clean, yeah)
Coupe got wings (coupe got)
Posted up with kings (coupe got wings)
On the top like toupee (on top)
Play no games, no 2K (no 2K)
Crap game in the booth flame (crap)
Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Pull up the curtains to the Mulsane (hey)
Pavé my set and clip Blu-ray (pavé)
Run to the bag like Hussein (bag)
When I lay my head down, got two K’s (baow)
Ferrari in Miami Beach (Ferrrari)
I paid one twenty for rose Philippe (Philippe)
I took her soul for keeps, yeah (soul)
Back to back Rolls like Meech (Meech)
I check my balance, the cash I’ma double up (bag)
P-90, two-three with the monkey nuts (brrt)
When I look at my wrist it’s a hockey puck (woo)
When I get with a bitch I’ma pipe her up (hey)
Pour that lean on that ice (lean)
Leaving my dreams covered in ice (dream)
Wedding band rings, ain’t no wife
Tryna get the demons out of my sight (woo)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Nigga we ain’t hiding we straight (nope)
I’m talking big plate with that steak (steak)
Niggas be watchin’ out ’cause they scoping (watchin’)
Geeked off of Adderall, they all focused (acid)
Sipping on Tylenol, having codeine withdrawls
A nigga must got to be joking (joking)
Don’t want the pack, it ain’t potent (uh)
Look at wrist, water came from the ocean (ice)
I’m laughing, never lacking (no)
Everlasting, flipping work like gymnastics (flippin’ it)
Wrapping it up in the plastic (wrappin’ it)
Smoking it up in the ashes (ashes)
Looking and watching which ass is gon’ be the fattest (asses)
I pick the bitch up and smash it
2018 we don’t pass, we trash it

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo]
Yeah, white color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it’s lit)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)
Drank color pink, dirty bags, wash it clean (clean, yeah)
Coupe got wings (coupe got)
Posted up with kings (coupe got wings)
On the top like toupee (on top)
Play no games, no 2K (no 2K)
Crap game in the booth flame (crap)
Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)